Two bro­thers free­ly cast their lot
With Da­vid’s roy­al Son;
The cost of con­quest count­ing not,
They deem the bat­tle won.

Brothers in heart, they hope to gain
An un­di­vid­ed joy,
That man may one with man re­main,
As boy was one with boy.

Christ heard; and willed that James should fall
First prey of Sa­tan’s rage;
John lin­ger out his fel­lows all,
And die in blood­less age.

Now they join hands once more above
Before the Con­quer­or’s throne!
Thus God grants pray­er; but in His love
Makes times and ways His own.

All glo­ry to the Fa­ther be,
All glo­ry to the Son,
All glo­ry, Ho­ly Ghost, to Thee
While end­less ages run.